EL Chapter 30

 (M) Chapter 30 - Peace of Mind

Novel Title: 一屋暗灯 (Ephemeral Light)

Author：麦香鸡呢 (McChicken)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 宋谨 (Song Jin -MC), 宋星阑 (Song Xinglan -ML)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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Song Jin woke up feeling warm, never having felt the blanket so cosy before.

Song Xinglan held him tightly in his arms, his chin resting on the top of Song Jin's head. He was still asleep.

Song Jin nudged him with his elbow, "Let go."

"Mmm..." Song Xinglan mumbled something unintelligible and hugged him tighter.

"Let go," Song Jin raised his voice slightly. But his voice was hoarse, making his words sound weightless.

Song Xinglan rubbed his head and sleepily asked, "Ge, are you awake?"

"Let go of your hand," Song Jin repeated for the third time.

Song Xinglan finally released his hand, only to wrap his leg around Song Jin's body.

"Roll back to your room and sleep," Song Jin said.

Ignoring the request, Song Xinglan rubbed Song Jin's wrist under the blanket while his lips grazed the back of his neck. He asked, "Ge, did you enjoy yourself last night?"

The topic change was sudden. Song Jin felt even warmer. He chose to remain silent, closing his eyes to block out Song Xinglan's teasing.

The two of them lingered in bed. If it weren't for the sound of the cat scratching at the door and meowing, they might have stayed there until noon.

Song Jin rested his head on Song Xinglan's arm, looking out at the early winter morning. The weather was good, the sky washed clean, with a few clouds scattered across, illuminated by the sun, making everything bright and beautiful.

While cooking, Song Xinglan kept asking if Song Jin was feeling uncomfortable, in pain, or tired. Song Jin brushed off his hand that was on his waist, saying, "I'm fine. Stop bothering me."

Song Xinglan said, "If you're not in pain, can we do it again tonight?"

"No," Song Jin replied.

True to his word, that night, he locked the door. When Song Xinglan came out of the shower, he found himself locked out by his dear brother. He pleaded outside the door, “Ge... please let me in. I want to sleep with you. I promise I won't do anything. My bed is too small. I'm uncomfortable sleeping there every day..."

"If you're uncomfortable, go sleep in the vegetable field. It's very spacious there," Song Jin said.

Song Xinglan felt like crying but had no tears.

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The next day, Song Jin checked the weather forecast and found that it would rain for the next few days, with temperatures dropping as well. Winter was truly coming.

He asked Song Xinglan to go to the vegetable field together. While the weather was still clear, they could tidy up the field and pick the ripe vegetables to store at home, to prevent them from getting soaked by the rain.

Song Xinglan, like a large dog with energy to spare, vigorously wielded the hoe in the field. Song Jin couldn't be bothered to supervise him, knowing that Song Xinglan would eat the vegetables he harvested himself.

The less attention Song Jin paid him, the more arrogant Song Xinglan became. Passersby watched for a while and praised, "Young man, you have a strong back."

Song Xinglan smirked, "Hehe."

Song Jin: "..."

Despite appearing to work hard, Song Xinglan's actual efficiency was low. They were all just for show. After working for most of the afternoon, only half of the vegetable field was turned over. He wiped his sweat, panting as if he were the most exhausted person, and said, "This is really hard work."

Song Jin sneered, "Yes, it is."

"Ge, let's go back," Song Xinglan's novelty for his personal hoeing show had worn off. "We haven't finished half of it. Let's finish it tomorrow."

Ignoring him, Song Jin got up and left.

Back home, Song Jin pushed Song Xinglan to take a shower. After sweating so much, letting him air dry would risk him catching a cold.

While Song Xinglan was showering, Song Jin stood at the window of the room, peeling oranges. Grapefruit sat on the computer desk, watching Song Jin place the peeled oranges into a glass bowl.

With a bang, the bathroom door was opened. Song Xinglan, wearing only a pair of sports shorts and without a shirt, came out, towel-drying his hair. He took a few steps and entered Song Jin's room.

Song Jin turned around and saw him shirtless. He furrowed his brows. "Aren't you worried about catching a cold?"

"I didn't bring my clothes in." Song Xinglan said sincerely, "And it's not cold. There's still sunlight outside."

Knowing it was pointless to argue, Song Jin didn't say anything. He handed over some of the oranges. "Want some?"

Song Xinglan took a bite, chewed a few times, and said, "It's sour."

"Who are you trying to fool?" Song Jin stared at him, feeling a bit speechless. "I just ate half of it. It's the same orange. How come it's sour when it's in your mouth?"

Song Xinglan's lie was exposed. But he wasn't embarrassed. He laughed and lifted Song Jin, placing him on the windowsill. Standing between Song Jin's legs, he looked up at him with a smile, saying, "Ge, take a bite and give it to me. Maybe it'll be sweet."

The afternoon sunlight shone sideways. Behind Song Jin, stretched vast, lush fields, vibrant even in winter. His eyelashes were bathed in a warm golden colour, like fluffy fur, and his skin was so fair that even the slightest change in colour could be clearly seen.

Song Xinglan smiled and reached out to touch Song Jin's reddened ear. Song Jin lowered his eyelashes and lifted his hand to cup his face, leaning down to kiss him.

Making love in the daytime seemed particularly enticing, especially with Grapefruit still sitting on the computer desk watching. Song Jin lifted his leg to rest it on Song Xinglan's shoulder, breathing lightly as he said, "Take Grapefruit out."

Without hesitation, Song Xinglan got up, grabbed Grapefruit, and carried it outside. Song Jin then said, "Close the curtains."

Song Xinglan went to pull the curtains without any complaints. After all, only by pleasing his brother could he have a chance for intimacy.

With the curtains drawn, the room darkened considerably. But when they got close, they could still see each other's expressions clearly. Song Xinglan pressed down on Song Jin, impatiently biting his lips and slipping his hand under the clothes, lifting the T-shirt to knead Song Jin's waist.

The sound of their breathing was particularly clear in the dimness. Song Jin was almost absent-mindedly stripped of his clothes. Song Xinglan's head moved down to lick his nipples. Song Jin's fingers were tangled in his hair. After trembling with bitten lips for a while, he couldn't help but speak up, "Stop licking there..."

"Ge, I want to drink milk." Song Xinglan's voice was slightly hoarse. He licked Song Jin's swollen nipple again and said, "I want to drink your milk."

It felt like something was burning in his mind. Song Jin pursed his lips, feeling embarrassed to moan loudly during foreplay. But his restrained breaths were even more seductive. Song Xinglan lifted his head to kiss his neck and collarbone. His dick was rubbing against Song Jin's leg through his pants. The desire was primal and fierce.

Song Jin suddenly felt a bit scared. In this dimly lit room, facing the lustful Song Xinglan, some elements felt too familiar, to the point where he was lost and didn't know where he was or who he was facing.

"Song Xinglan..." Song Jin called out to him. His voice was trembling.

"I'm here, Ge." Song Xinglan kissed his cheek and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Fortunately, it wasn't him.

Song Jin shook his head. He held on to his neck and said, "No. I just wanted to call you."

"I'm right here, Ge." Song Xinglan touched Song Jin's face and said, "Are you scared? I'll go slower."

"As long as it's not him, I'm not scared." Song Jin said softly, "You're different from him. You're you."

"I am me." Song Xinglan repeated after Song Jin, "Ge, I am your younger brother, I am not anyone else."

"I know." Song Jin said.

In fact, Song Xinglan could perceive that during the two times they made love, Song Jin would suddenly become flustered and at a loss at certain moments. Those subtle emotions were accurately captured by Song Xinglan. Perhaps it was because they were biological brothers, with an innate sense of telepathy, or perhaps it was because their current state was too pure, so Song Xinglan could keenly sense that something was wrong.

With ample foreplay and preparation, Song Jin felt less pain than the first time. As Song Xinglan fucked him time and time again, in the fragmented moans brought forth by pleasure, Song Xinglan held his ankle. He kissed the scar on his calf and said, "Ge, I will protect you in the future and will not let you suffer."

"You have to stay true to your words." Song Jin said as he sobbed from pleasure.

A car accident created two completely different people. Song Jin could no longer connect them together. He did not want to recall the Song Xinglan from three years ago. The Song Xinglan in front of him, as long as he could be gentle, Song Jin was willing to reciprocate his feelings.

This is his younger brother, who relies on him wholeheartedly. Since his mother passed away, Song Jin has hoped for someone to depend on him. At this moment, Song Xinglan can fulfil this psychological need for him. In turn, he can trust Song Xinglan with peace of mind, as they are each other's only family members now.

So what if they are blood brothers? They only have each other. And that's fine. That's the best.

Song Jin only hopes it won't shatter. Even if this is a dream, let him dream to the end, dream until death. Since it has already begun, it should be broken halfway.

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*Translator’s Note: I also hope it won’t shatter… -K

Read full story at: https://knoxt.space/ephemeral-light/

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EL Chapter 29

 (M) Chapter 29 - Consensual

Novel Title: 一屋暗灯 (Ephemeral Light)

Author：麦香鸡呢 (McChicken)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 宋谨 (Song Jin -MC), 宋星阑 (Song Xinglan -ML)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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Song Jin's initiative was like the most potent catalyst. His hand on Song Xinglan's waist tightened suddenly. Song Xinglan pulled him closer, pressing him against the door as he fiercely licked and nibbled his lips and tongue. He felt Song Jin's body heat and how it softened in his hands. He lifted Song Jin around the waist, kissing him passionately as he carried him to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them. They fell onto the bed together.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room. Their heartbeats trembled together. Goosebumps crawled on Song Jin’s neck. He ran his fingers through Song Xinglan's hair, which had grown quite long. It was cool and soft, with a wildness in its uneven length that fit perfectly between his fingers. Song Jin closed his eyes, experiencing everything his other senses could perceive.

The wet kisses descended, and Song Xinglan's hair brushed against Song Jin's chin. Song Jin tilted his head back, gripping Song Xinglan's shoulders, wrinkling his pyjamas. As Song Xinglan kissed and nibbled at Song Jin's collarbone, he reached to take off his own shirt.

The young man's body was broad and firm. Song Jin held onto his naked back, their heartbeats syncing up. Song Jin's eyes felt a bit sour.

He seemed to have confirmed something.

Those wrongs, that hatred, the past losses, the dark pain, the torment, the insults—they should have died with that fateful car accident. Even if forgiveness was still out of reach, they weren't worth imprisoning oneself over.

If there was rebirth in the world, if Song Xinglan could, then so could he.

Song Xinglan's hand moved downward. The edge of the towel caught between his fingers as he pushed it up. His palm was pressing against the base of Song Jin's thigh, a touch both unfamiliar and real. Song Jin tensed his feet, inhaling sharply, feeling a bit lost as he called out, "Song Xinglan."

"What's wrong, Ge?" Song Xinglan lifted his head. His deep black eyes were filled with desire. Yet his expression was concerned and serious. "Are you uncomfortable?"

Shaking his head, Song Jin reached for a jar of Vaseline on the bedside table. "You need this."

He wasn't sure if this would work. His only sexual experience was with the roughness and pain of the Song Xinglan from three years ago. Besides Song Xinglan's deliberate torment, insufficient lubrication was also a factor. If he had to do this today, Song Jin hoped it wouldn't be as painful.

Song Xinglan stared at the jar for a few seconds. He then took it and opened it. He scooped out some with his index finger, then pulled apart the towel beneath Song Jin, applying the gel behind him. Lowering his head to kiss him, he said, "Ge, you tell me what to do. I'll follow your lead."

"You..." Song Jin felt a bit embarrassed as he bit his lip. "Don't put it in yet. Go slowly."

Song Xinglan nodded obediently, kissing him while gently pressing at the entrance of Song Jin’s asshole. His fingertip occasionally probed a bit, feeling Song Jin's tension. He pressed even more carefully.

"Ge..." Song Xinglan was patient in his effort for expansion. But he hummed a few times, sounding a bit aggrieved. "I'm uncomfortable down here."

Song Jin's face flushed deeply. He hesitated, then asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me," Song Xinglan whispered against his lips. "Ge, touch me there."

Song Jin was almost at a loss. His hand barely reached down before he recoiled as if shocked, his eyes reddening. "I..."

Song Xinglan grasped Song Jin's hand and guided it down. It was as if, between the two of them, Song Jin was the one with no knowledge of the world. "Ge, put your hand in. Hold it."

Song Jin closed his eyes, tugging at Song Xinglan's pyjamas to pull them down. He slowly inserted his hand.

It was hot. That was the only sensation he could perceive. Song Xinglan's fingers were slowly entering behind him, and Song Jin gripped the burning and hard dick. All the feelings were very unfamiliar to him. He suddenly felt a bit scared, more so lost, not knowing what he was doing.

He wanted to open his eyes, to call it off.

But before he could lift his eyelids, Song Xinglan bent down and kissed his eyes. Song Jin heard him say, "Ge, I love you. I love you the most."

"You tell me if you're uncomfortable, okay? If you're sad, tell me too, alright?"

Song Jin fluttered his eyelashes and said softly, "I'm not sad. I'm just a little scared."

Song Xinglan kissed his face again and said, "Ge, look at me."

Song Jin opened his eyes and looked into a pair of dark and reddened pupils.

Song Xinglan said, "Ge, I think your eyes are very beautiful. So I don't like to see them cry. I think you are also very beautiful. So I don't like to see you sad. I want to know what you're thinking. I want to do things that make you happy."

He looked completely sensual yet innocent, stirring sticky sounds underneath Song Jin. His eyes were red and pitiful as he confessed, "I like you too much, Ge. So I can't help but want to hug and kiss you. I also want you to like me..."

Song Jin pursed his lips and suddenly reached out to touch the scar on his chest.

"Do you know how this scar came about?" Song Jin asked him.

Song Xinglan shook his head.

"It was me, three years ago. I stabbed you here," Song Jin said.

"You?" Song Xinglan's two fingers, which had been moving in and out of Song Jin's asshole, stopped instantly. He asked again, "Ge, was it you?"

Song Jin was suddenly calm. He nodded.

He thought Song Xinglan would be scared, confused, or ask why. But to his surprise, Song Xinglan blinked twice and started crying.

"I knew it... I knew it..." He buried his head in Song Jin's neck and cried, "It must have been me doing something wrong. But I've forgotten... Ge, was I very bad before?"

"I'm sorry... Ge..."

Song Jin was stunned for a while before he gently patted his head and said, "Stop crying."

"Ge, please don't forgive me," Song Xinglan choked, "I'm afraid you'll be too good to me. And one day, I'll take advantage of you and do bad things to you."

"Okay. Stop crying," Song Jin paused, then said, "Can your fingers..."

He meant that if he didn't want to continue, he should take his fingers out. However, Song Xinglan, still crying, moved his fingers, and almost accidentally pressed them on Song Jin's sensitive spot.

The momentary pleasure was like an electric current. It was sudden and clear. Song Jin grabbed Song Xinglan's shoulder tightly, tilted his head back, and let out a loud cry.

Feeling Song Jin's reaction, Song Xinglan lifted his head. His voice was nasal from crying as he asked, "Ge, does it feel good here?"

After asking, he pressed at the spot again. Song Jin was overwhelmed by the consecutive strong sensations and struggled to catch his breath. He called out in panic, "Xinglan..."

Looking down, Song Xinglan said, "Ge, it seems to be wet. Can I put it in?"

Song Jin just wanted to beg him not to press there anymore. He nodded randomly and said, "Be gentle..."

Song Xinglan kissed his face, then pulled down his underwear and slowly squeezed his dick into his brother’s asshole. The wet and tight entrance made it difficult for him to completely enter. But there was an undeniable enthusiasm in the sight. Gasping for air, with red eyes and nose, Song Xinglan looked at Song Jin and began to speak without reservation, "Ge, it's so tight... It feels like you're slowly devouring me."

Song Jin, feeling embarrassed, raised his hand to cover his eyes and said through gritted teeth, "Shut up."

But Song Xinglan couldn't keep his mouth shut. He was practically giving a live commentary.

"Really. You're eating me up, bit by bit."

"You’re all wet. it's so hot."

"It's too tight. I can't take it."

"Ge, do you want to touch it? It's all wet."

...

Song Jin couldn't take it anymore. He put down his hand, blushing, and glared at him. "Are you done yet?"

But Song Xinglan's tactic was clearly effective. Song Jin was too preoccupied with the embarrassment of his dirty talk to be as sensitive to the pain below him. By the time Song Xinglan stopped talking, his dick was almost completely buried inside.

"Does it hurt?" Song Xinglan touched the corner of Song Jin's eye and asked.

"It hurts." Song Jin held on to his neck, resting his forehead on his shoulder. He said, "Be gentle."

"Okay." Song Xinglan kissed his earlobe and began to thrust slowly.

Sex is probably a human instinct. Song Xinglan pressed Song Jin's neck to bring him closer while his hard and hot dick was thrusting into the depths of his brother’s asshole. Because of ample expansion, Song Xinglan's movements were restrained. So Song Jin hardly felt much pain. The physical and psychological tension began to ease. He grabbed Song Xinglan's hair. His moans escaped in small, fragmented gasps from his nose. Unable to resist, he rubbed his legs against Song Xinglan's waist.

It was fine when he didn't rub. But as soon as he did, Song Xinglan's breathing hitched. Song Jin felt something inside him seem to swell another notch. Before he could warn Song Xinglan to calm down, he was fucked so hard that his back arched, almost making him crying out loud.

"Sorry, Ge," Song Xinglan gasped harder than him as he thrusted uncontrollably and tried to justify himself, "You were the one rubbing me like that. I couldn't resist."

Song Jin weakly held on to his neck. Tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes. "And you blame me... Are you a dog?"

"I am a dog." Song Xinglan kissed Song Jin's neck as he fucked fiercely below. The alternating waves of pleasure made his speech incoherent, "You're so hot inside... so tight. Ge, it's eating me up."

Song Jin's expression was a bit absent, flushed and tearful. A blush was spreading over his face, neck, and chest, giving his usually delicate and clean face a hint of allure. He breathed rapidly for a while, barely managing to say, "Slow down..."

The tone was soft and whiny, sounding like a coquettish plea. Song Xinglan felt like he was going crazy. Every part of him was ecstatic, every part was comfortable. There was something screaming to burst out from inside his body. It struggled to emerge. He could only exert force towards the most pleasurable spot, grazing over Song Jin's sensitive point again and again, rendering the person beneath him trembling all over. He turned Song Jin on the brink of climax, feeling like crying without tears, only left with a broken voice and scattered gaze.

As Song Jin approached climax, his asshole clenched even tighter. Song Xinglan, unwilling to give up the pleasure of fucking, was also squeezed until his lower abdomen tingled. Song Jin moaned and so did he. He sobbed as he kissed Song Jin's lips, saying, "Ge, please don't squeeze. I can't take it anymore. Please..."

"It feels so good... Ge, can I cum inside..."

Song Jin's mind was buzzing, unable to hear what his brother was saying anymore. His fingers sank deeply into Song Xinglan's shoulders. As the final moment approached, Song Jin threw his head back and screamed from pleasure. Tears streamed down from the corners of his eyes. Almost simultaneously, Song Xinglan also climaxed. Since Song Jin didn't say he couldn't, he came inside Song Jin without hesitation.

Both of them hugged each other while panting. Song Jin’s body was still trembling. Song Xinglan buried his face in his neck, crying along with him.

Coming back to his senses slightly, Song Jin sniffed and asked hoarsely, "Why are you crying?"

"Afterglow," Song Xinglan choked out. "It feels so good."

Song Jin bit his lip and pushed his shoulder. "Take it out."

"Take it out where?" Song Xinglan asked.

Song Jin, with his face red, gritted his teeth. "I told you to pull out."

"Can't we do it again?" Song Xinglan asked shamelessly.

And so they did it again.

After three times of fucking, Song Jin refused to be fucked again. He struggled to get out of bed to take a shower. However, as soon as his feet touched the ground, his legs went weak, almost kneeling down. In the end, Song Xinglan lifted him up and took him to the bathroom to shower together.

Song Xinglan looked at the semen that slipped from between Song Jin's thighs and asked, "Is it all mine?"

"Is it someone else's?" Song Jin glared at him.

Back in bed, Song Jin closed his eyes as soon as his head touched the pillow. Song Xinglan lay beside him, babbling about random things. They were mostly dirty talk or empty confessions.

Song Jin was really tired. He only responded to him intermittently. Finally, after a few seconds of silence, Song Xinglan said, "Ge, I want to do it again."

Song Jin pulled the blanket over his head and ignored him.

Song Xinglan persisted and eventually, through a combination of coaxing and teasing, managed to convince Song Jin to let him sleep in the same bed. He held Song Jin in his arms, kissed his hair, and said, "Ge, good night."

Song Jin didn't say anything. He just rubbed his head against Song Xinglan's chest.

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*Translator’s Note: It was finally consensual. *sigh*. -K

Read full story at: https://knoxt.space/ephemeral-light/

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AP Chapter 131

(M) Chapter 131 - Willingness

Title: 顶级掠食者 (Alpha Predator)

Author：水千丞 (ShuiQianCheng)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists ：沈岱 (Shen Dai -MC), 瞿末予 (Qu Moyu -ML)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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Qu Moyu tore off Shen Dai's shirt. Dense kisses fell on the expanse of fair, bare skin, occasionally leaving behind purplish-red marks from sucking. Finally, he took that protruding little nipple into his mouth, repeatedly licking and biting, while his large hand reached into Shen Dai's pants. He kneaded the semi-erect dick.

In the small bedroom, an intoxicating scent quickly spread. The pheromones of ebony and night-blooming epiphyllum tested each other. They collided and finally deeply intertwined. Shen Dai's hands clutched the bedsheets, his waist arching up and down, as if wanting to send himself into the beast's mouth. Yet it seemed as if he also wanted to escape the impulse he hadn't felt in a long time.

Qu Moyu pulled off Shen Dai's pants along with his underwear, vigorously kneading the smooth, bouncy ass. His fingers explored the secluded asshole, finding it already wet and slick. "So wet already?" His low voice carried a hint of ambiguous teasing. It was inherently seductive.

Shen Dai turned his face away in embarrassment, his legs instinctively closing.

"Don't believe it or won't admit it?" Qu Moyu pressed down on Shen Dai's knees, preventing him from closing his legs. Shen Dai's blush greatly pleased him, making him chuckle. "Then spread your legs and let me take a good look."

Shen Dai, ashamed and angry, tried to turn away. But Qu Moyu pried his legs apart, wedged his body in between, and leaned down to kiss him. He had lost count of how many kisses there had been today. Shen Dai felt his lips were swollen. But each kiss left him dizzy and entranced, each kiss so passionate and beautiful. He pushed against Qu Moyu's bare chest. The firm pectoral muscles were perfectly shaped, the texture supple yet strong. He climbed up and grasped the broad shoulders. Qu Moyu's tall, muscular body always evoked limitless associations with strength.

Qu Moyu half-pressed on Shen Dai, kissing passionately while slowly moving his hips. His lower body's erection demonstrated the act of thrusting against Shen Dai's ass repeatedly. His kisses travelled from his lips to his cheeks and then to his ear. He bit Shen Dai's fleshy earlobe lightly. "Do you feel it? So wet down there. Don't you want me very much?"

His nose pressed against Shen Dai's neck, inhaling the faint fragrance emitted by the glands. But he didn't dare get too close. His desire to ‘mark’ Shen Dai was too strong. He feared he'd lose control.

"I- I don't know." Shen Dai's gaze couldn't help but lower, seeing the bulge under Qu Moyu's black suit pants pressing and rubbing against his perineum. The cashmere fabric was soft but it still sent a significant stimulus to the tender skin that never saw the light of day. He distinctly saw some milky white liquid staining the fabric, reflecting a bit of obscene light.

Qu Moyu grabbed Shen Dai's hand, guiding it to his belt buckle. With a light press, a ‘click’ sounded. Shen Dai's heart pounded wildly. At this moment, it felt like it wasn't just the belt but a beast's cage being unlocked.

"Zipper." Qu Moyu's tongue licked the outline of Shen Dai's ear bone. Shen Dai obediently unzipped him.

"Good. Reach in and touch it first." Qu Moyu grabbed Shen Dai's dick with one of his hands, fapping it.

Shen Dai's body tensed. The pleasure quickly numbed his brain. The ebony pheromone permeated his senses, amplifying his perception. Though the scent was dark and cold, he tasted the wildness and lust of a beast seeking a mate.

As if bewitched, he reached into Qu Moyu's pants, feeling the thick, hot, hard dick bound tightly by underwear against his abdomen. His fingertips traced from the pouch to the swollen head, which was almost reaching the navel. He pulled apart the underwear's seam. His fingers dove in to grasp it. It was like a soft outer layer wrapped around an iron rod, incredibly thick and hard. The skin of his palm's thinnest part could clearly feel the pulsating veins.

"Do you like it?" Qu Moyu pressed into Shen Dai's palm a couple of times. He licked his lips and his breathing became heavier. "It's been unused for a long time. From now on, it will only be used to fuck you, alright?"

Shen Dai let out a low "mm". His tone carried a twist, a mix of restraint and anticipation. It was exceedingly sultry.

Qu Moyu removed his pants. His ferocious dick sprang out. It engorged to a purplish-red hue, veins bulging, the large head full and proud. It stood erect like a spear pointing skyward in a charge. Qu Moyu spread Shen Dai's legs wide, rubbing his dick against the moist entrance, teasingly nudging without entering. He smeared the honey-like fluid on the flesh crown.

Shen Dai's legs entwined around Qu Moyu's waist, his body writhing in unbearable desire.

Qu Moyu couldn't hold back any longer. He spread Shen Dai's ass and pushed in. But the tip of his dick got stuck at the entrance, causing Shen Dai to tremble in pain. Qu Moyu kissed the tip of Shen Dai's nose and softly comforted him, "I'll be gentler." Only then did he realise he had lost his mind. Shen Dai was not in heat. So his body wasn't equipped to support fucking like during his heat cycle. Qu Moyu inserted his fingers into the tight asshole, stretching and opening it, while releasing more pheromones to soothe Shen Dai.

Shen Dai, thinking the same as Qu Moyu, felt more intoxicated by the stronger alpha pheromones. He grabbed Qu Moyu's strong arm and whispered, "Don't make me go into heat."

Qu Moyu gazed into Shen Dai's eyes. Those clear eyes now hazed with lust. They were half innocent and half filled with desire. He squinted slightly. His mind indeed entertained the idea of making Shen Dai go into heat. Passionate and wanton Shen Dai, with his rich night-blooming epiphyllum scent, the sheer indulgence in physical pleasure was something Qu Moyu savoured. He gently kissed Shen Dai's lips. But his fingers suddenly moved rapidly within the moist hole.

Shen Dai let out a low cry. The sudden stimulation coursed through his body like electricity. His waist instantly went limp. His asshole contracted sharply. Every cell in his body screamed for more intense treatment.

"Do you really not want it?" Qu Moyu licked Shen Dai's lips, "Your first heat, your first masturbation, your first fantasy of being fucked by an alpha, all happened in this room, on this bed, didn't they? Don't you want to try it?"

A blush spread all over Shen Dai's body. He couldn't help but whimper, "No, I don't want it."

Qu Moyu withdrew his hand and waved his wet fingers. They were covered in sticky fluid. He waved them in front of Shen Dai's eyes. His deep eyes showed a trace of wickedness. "My little slut."

Shen Dai clung to Qu Moyu's neck. His voice trembled as he said, "Not now."

"Why not now?" Qu Moyu pressed against Shen Dai, pulling a pillow to lift his waist higher. He rubbed the head of his throbbing dick against the wet entrance, asking in a low voice, "Do you still not want it? Do you want me to use a bite stopper?"

Shen Dai shook his head and kissed Qu Moyu voluntarily. He looked into Qu Moyu's eyes, filled with deep emotion, tenderness, and determination. "I want to be fully sober when I agree."

Qu Moyu's heart skipped a beat. Those words of agreement signified true acceptance of him. Unable to hold back any longer, he gripped Shen Dai's waist. He thrusted forward, driving his thick dick into the wet, soft hole.

Shen Dai cried out. His body convulsed a couple of times, as pain and pleasure hit him simultaneously. His mind flashed back to when he was sixteen, experiencing his first heat. In this small room, on this bed, he had writhed in agony. His rationality and pride was consumed by the burning desire. Back then, he had wished... wished so much for..-.

Qu Moyu's dick hit the deepest part of the tunnel with one thrust. He knew he shouldn't be so impatient. But he was desperate to claim Shen Dai, completely and without reservation. The sensation of being tightly enveloped by those walls was indescribably pleasurable. He pulled out halfway and then thrust back in fiercely, repeating the motion. Amid Shen Dai's screams, he thoroughly opened up that enticing hole. He moved his hips powerfully, starting a fast and heavy rhythm.

Shen Dai felt his waist and legs go weak from the intense activity, opening wide for Qu Moyu. Each fierce thrust brought waves of heat, overwhelming pleasure that dragged them both into an ocean of desire. Qu Moyu seemed dissatisfied with the depth and force of this position. He grabbed Shen Dai’s ankles and folded his legs almost to his chest. With each powerful thrust, the tight little hole became a flushed and sensitive red, continuously secreting more sticky fluids.

Qu Moyu’s canines began to itch. The more pheromones Shen Dai released from arousal, the more Qu Moyu felt a crazy impulse! The obscene sounds of wetness and skin slapping together grew louder, making the bed shake. What kind of intense pounding and passionate mating could create such filthy sounds, making one feel weak just from listening?

“Ah... ah... Moyu... Moyu!” Shen Dai cried out uncontrollably. Each moan was sweeter and more indulgent than the last.

Qu Moyu's kisses fell on Shen Dai's face like raindrops. “Good boy, sit up.” He pulled out his wet, thick dick and pulled Shen Dai up with him before lying down himself.

Shen Dai weakly lay on top of Qu Moyu, tears in the corners of his eyes. His lips sought Qu Moyu’s, kissing tremblingly and almost pleadingly. His body writhed in discomfort as his empty back hole rubbed against Qu Moyu’s hard, hot dick.

Qu Moyu lightly bit his lip. His voice was husky with desire, “I want to see you take it in by yourself.”

Obediently, Shen Dai propped himself up, reaching back to grasp the impressively sized dick, covered in his own fluids. He half-squatted, guiding the crucial piece to his cleft. Nervous and weak-legged, the slippery head slipped from his entrance twice.

Qu Moyu held Shen Dai's waist with one hand and reached into the honeyed hole with the other, stirring it a few times before ordering, "Sit down."

Shen Dai took a deep breath, slowly adjusting to the big, hard dick that had thrusted inside him before. Just as he managed to swallow the large glans, Qu Moyu eagerly gripped his waist and pushed his own hips up.

"Ah…! Ah!" Shen Dai screamed as the thick, long shaft plunged into his core, hitting his reproductive cavity. A wave of intense pleasure almost paralyzed his lower body. His own dick twitched violently, nearly causing him to ejaculate.

Qu Moyu interlocked their fingers, supporting Shen Dai’s trembling body, then fiercely thrust upward.

Riding on Qu Moyu, Shen Dai had to follow his rhythm. Otherwise, their movements would be out of sync, making it more exhausting. But he couldn’t keep up with Qu Moyu's speed and strength. Every time his body fell, the hot, thick shaft would hit his reproductive cavity. It sent waves of numbing pleasure through him, making him feel like his internal organs were about to be pierced.

He knew Qu Moyu wanted to open up his reproductive cavity. For an omega, entering the reproductive cavity forcibly outside of heat could be very painful. But he sensed Qu Moyu’s determination to ‘mark’ him. He relentlessly hit his core to fully and completely claim him.

He couldn’t hold on any longer and climaxed from the intense thrusts. His body and organ went limp after ejaculation. He lay weakly on Qu Moyu’s strong chest. His body moved up and down passively with each vigorous thrust. Tears streamed down his face as he cried and begged Qu Moyu to be gentler. But it only resulted in more ferocious pounding.

By the time Qu Moyu ejaculated for the first time, Shen Dai was already half-unconscious. He felt himself being carried into the bathroom and gently placed in the bathtub. When the warm water flowed over his body and face, he opened his tired eyes.

Qu Moyu kissed his cheek. "If you're tired, just close your eyes. I'll wash you."

The bathtub was originally spacious. But it became cramped with Qu Moyu inside. Shen Dai nestled in his arms, feeling a lazy happiness akin to waking up together in the same bed in the morning.

Qu Moyu's hands roamed over Shen Dai's body, washing him. But the touches soon took on a different tone. When Shen Dai felt something hard and hot pressing against his waist, he opened his eyes in surprise.

Qu Moyu pushed his wet hair back. His chiselled features seemed softer under the water's sheen. He pressed his face close to Shen Dai's. "Ah Dai, you smell so good."

Shen Dai's gland emitted pheromones. It was not as strong as during heat but still enough to enchant and entice. The water-soaked tuberose scent added a layer of gentle allure, making the blood in his veins boil once again.

Shen Dai clung to Qu Moyu's neck, inhaling the alpha pheromones he was addicted to. He whispered, "Your gland has healed. You really were deceiving me."

"I didn't deceive you. It’s because of you that it’s getting better." Qu Moyu turned off the water and gently pinched Shen Dai's chin, looking deep into his eyes. "Ah Dai, you want it to fully recover, right?"

Shen Dai didn't speak. But his eyes were filled with deep affection. Qu Moyu stood up, wrapping Shen Dai in a large bath towel, and carried him back to bed. The room, without any open windows, was filled with the scent of pheromones and semen, creating a dense atmosphere of desire. Just returning to such an environment made them both restless.

But Shen Dai hadn’t recovered yet. When Qu Moyu approached, he quickly retreated to the bed's edge.

Unfortunately, the bed wasn't large. Qu Moyu reached out, grabbed his ankle, and pulled him back.

"Moyu..."

Qu Moyu turned Shen Dai over and made him kneel and lean forward. He looked down at Shen Dai's bare back and the pink scar on his gland. The enticing pheromones were continuously being emitted. He bared his teeth, knowing he had always avoided this position out of fear—if desire became too overwhelming, he would have no reason not to bite.

Qu Moyu bent down, pressing his nose against Shen Dai’s gland, taking a deep breath before opening his eyes again. His gaze was filled with intense desire for conquest. He held Shen Dai’s waist and thrusted his already throbbing dick straight into the tightly stretched, flushed hole. He whispered in Shen Dai’s ear, “I’m going to ‘mark’ you.”

“Ah—” Shen Dai bit his lip, unable to control the moans escaping his mouth. His hips were raised high, offering his body willingly like a female animal in heat, fully submitting to the dominant male.

Qu Moyu gripped Shen Dai’s hips tightly and began thrusting forcefully. While this position might not penetrate as deeply as others, it allowed Qu Moyu to exert his strength more effectively. Each thrust seemed to penetrate Shen Dai entirely, deep and heavy, with the sound of their bodies colliding incessantly. Shen Dai’s body was repeatedly jolted forward. But Qu Moyu held him in place, leaving him to endure the extreme pleasure and pain.

The hot and tight walls of Shen Dai’s body gripped Qu Moyu’s dick like a flesh sheath, each thrust bringing an intense. It was almost an overwhelming pleasure to both of them. Yet the frantic stimulation also pushed them both to the edge of madness.

Qu Moyu pounded into Shen Dai’s reproductive cavity with relentless force, each thrust feeling as if it was forcing its way through. With the accompanying sensation of numbness and pain, Shen Dai knew that Qu Moyu was about to break through the last barrier of his body, aiming to ‘mark’ him.

A sudden wave of fear washed over Shen Dai. Perhaps if he were in heat, his reproductive cavity would naturally open to accept the alpha’s dick. But now, it was different. Additionally, the painful memories of being ‘marked’ and then forcibly washed it away were resurfacing. He rasped, “No, don’t... It hurts…”

“Good boy. Sweetheart,” Qu Moyu coaxed softly. He lowered his head to bite a piece of skin on Shen Dai’s neck, mimicking the ‘marking’ action as he gently rubbed. “Just bear with it.” With a particularly heavy thrust, Qu Moyu finally breached the entrance to the reproductive cavity. He felt Shen Dai’s body shake violently beneath him.

Instead of withdrawing, Qu Moyu held Shen Dai’s waist firmly, securing himself deeply inside.

The pain from the forcibly opened reproductive cavity made Shen Dai moan continuously. He struggled uncontrollably, his only desire was to escape. During heat, the pain was also present. But omega’s often lose their senses in such a state. Now, however, he was fully conscious of the invasion, experiencing every physiological and psychological consequence. Despite the tears streaming down his face, he desperately needed this clarity, to understand that all his choices were made of his own volition, not just driven by heat.

“Don’t be afraid, Ah Dai,” Qu Moyu said, kissing Shen Dai’s tightly furrowed brow. He knew what Shen Dai was thinking at this moment. He didn’t need to explain or make promises. He would spend his life proving that Shen Dai had not made the wrong choice this time. He whispered, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Miraculously, Shen Dai’s furrowed brow began to relax. Through his tear-filled eyes, he glanced at Qu Moyu. In his pain, he lacked the strength to speak. But he shaped his lips to respond, “I love you too.”

Qu Moyu’s dick started to form a knot, tightly wedged at the entrance of Shen Dai’s reproductive cavity. He felt a pang of sorrow seeing Shen Dai’s body hunched in pain. But he would not allow Shen Dai to escape. He intended to make his beloved his omega, to possess him completely and for a lifetime.

Shen Dai bit down on the blanket, tears streaming down his face. Qu Moyu leaned down, exposing his sharp canines, hovering just above Shen Dai’s neck. His teeth trembled slightly. Shen Dai clenched his fists, trying to straighten his neck. He was like a lamb ready for slaughter. After enduring so much pain and suffering, and having his gland cut open by a cold scalpel, he still had the courage to surrender his future to Qu Moyu.

Qu Moyu was deeply shaken, overwhelmed with the urge to cry. He knew he would spend his life cherishing this fated person he had nearly lost. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and bit down hard on Shen Dai’s gland, while his already knotted member began to ejaculate. His sharp canines pierced through Shen Dai’s flesh as his engorged dick swelled and released a stream of hot semen inside him. Shen Dai’s face turned as pale as paper, his mouth open in a silent scream.

Before losing consciousness, Shen Dai could only remember Qu Moyu repeatedly whispering “I love you” in his ear.

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*Translator’s note: I’m quite straightforward in my translation. I used ‘dick’, ‘asshole’, ‘cum’ and ‘fuck’ like it’s my cooking utensils and I’m making Hot and Spicy Fried Rice for you guys. Enjoy! -K

*Proofread by 2024.07.27* I will proofread these chapters slowly when I’m free. I prioritise the mature chapter first because of censorship. So please understand if there are any delays or discrepancies. TQ.

Proofread version of the rest of the novel will only be available on knoxt.space while Mature Chapters will be released on my Blog.